First date (or was it the second?)

Before I knew I was kinky, I was vanilla. And I was happily married to a nice vanilla man. Well, I was happy for a while. Over time, I discovered that our sex drives no longer seemed to match up. Mine was pretty high, and getting higher every year as I became more comfortable with my sexuality. His, on the other hand, seemed to get lower all the time. I remember when he told me that guys in their 40’s had refractory periods that could last a month. A MONTH?!!! And as I became more interested in exploring new things, he became increasingly uncomfortable with the concept. Doggy style? He said no, he didn’t last long enough doing that. End of uncomfortable discussion. For the last several years of our marriage, we didn’t have sex at all.

And then it all came crashing down. As our marriage came to an end, I started to explore on-line dating. First with Ashley Madison (yes, I was an Ashley Madison slut!), later on OK Cupid – where, I had heard, kinky people were more common. Because by the time I got on OKCupid, I knew I was submissive. I knew I enjoyed getting tied up and spanked – thanks to some very hot chats with a Dom named Mike. And thanks to my first play partner, who introduced me to real Dom/sub play.

I’d been divorced for a few months when I started messaging this guy on OKCupid. He looked good in his pictures. And he was very good with his words. Damn, that boy could turn a phrase, suggesting so much, while saying so little! I’ll admit I was a shameless slut – I threw myself at him. Looking back at it later, I was a bit embarrassed at how much. But I was freshly divorced, with 20 years of built up sexual frustration. I was horny as all hell, ready for some adventures!

We texted for a few weeks before he suggested a coffee date. I remember driving to the cafe, reading messages from him that suggested that a button down shirt and no bra would be the perfect attire for a first date. Oh lord, what was I getting myself into?! But in person, I found him to be very nice. Easy to talk to. We had lots in common – kids the same age, interesting divorce stories. We had coffee and talked for two hours. He walked me to my car, and I didn’t even get a kiss, just a hug.

Which, in retrospect, was all about checking the size, squishiness, and naturalness of my titties. But I didn’t know that at the time! It seemed like such a gentlemanly thing to do! Just like his habit of offering me his arm to hold as we walked. How sweet! How polite! How easy for his arm to brush up against my boob!

Anyway, I drove away from our coffee date having enjoyed spending time with him. But I did not hear from him that evening. Nor did I the next day, either. I can remember standing in the kitchen, wondering what to do. Oh, what the heck, I’d send him one message. If he was interested, he’d respond. If he wasn’t, he’d give me the cold shoulder. Either way, I’d know.

Well, what do you know, the very next morning, I had a date to go to the movies the next Sunday! It was a few days later when I started to get a glimmer of what I was in for…. You see, at this point, neither of us had acknowledged to the other that we were Dominant or submissive. It wasn’t listed in either of our OKCupid profiles, either. And then he informed me a few days before our movie date that he’d be bringing some of the best quality dark chocolate truffles with him. Even showed me the bag, and it happened to be my absolute favorite. These chocolate treats were to be used like dog treats – as rewards for specific behaviors. Exposing my titties in the darkened movie theater would win me one chocolate treat. Allowing him to fondle my exposed titties would win me a second chocolate treat. And the third chocolate treat? Yes, that would be given if I’d consent to climbing into the front seat of his sedan with him and sucking his cock.

Oh my. My eyes were wide, my pussy was wet, and I was afraid this man was going to be more than I could handle.

At this point, I had a pretty good inkling of his dominance. But I wasn’t complete sure. Until we finally got around to the subject of how to punish a girl for such slutty behavior. I was informed that I would be punished the following weekend, with cuffs, a blindfold, some orgasm denial, and a good paddle.

I had to drop my phone and go give myself a nice hard orgasm.

Holy fuck.

By the time our movie date rolled around, our Dom/sub roles had become quite obvious and discussed in lurid detail. The verbal foreplay that always precedes our play dates had already started.

I was very nervous driving down to the movies. And yet, I’d put on my new, short black skirt, and I’d cut a hole in the crotch of my pantyhose, just in case an orgasm might be in my future. As it turns out, a few of them were! I got to experience his talented fingers in the darkened movie theater, with people sitting just a few seats away. And then I got to suck his fingers clean afterward. I earned all three of my chocolate treats that day, sucking his cock in the front seat of his car in the movie theater parking lot after the film had ended.

This time when I drove home, I felt hot and submissive and very much looking forward to being punished on our next date.

I can’t speak for my Sir, but I went into it expecting it to be a hot fling, and nothing more. I never in a million years thought we’d be staring our fourth anniversary in the face. But the sex is still as hot and fun as it was that first play date. Even better, actually, as our trust and knowledge of each other has deepened. I now know how to pull his balls, how to swallow him off, and he can get me to that sweet intersection of pain and pleasure that leaves me with bruises on my ass and a nice long trip to subspace. Four years from now I’ll probably be looking back on this moment, thinking, damn, girl, you’re not going to believe the adventures that are still in store for you!